يا عَينِ فَاِبكي ما بَني

أَسَدٍ فَهُم أَهلُ النَدامَه

O eye, weep for what the sons of Asad have built

They are people of regret,

أَهلَ القِبابِ الحُمرِ وَال

نَعَمِ المُؤَبَّلِ وَالمُدامَه

People of red domed tents

Of soft carpets and wine

وَذَوي الجِيادِ الجُردِ وَال

أَسَلِ المُثَقَّفَةِ المُقامَه

Owners of bareback horses

Of polished swords in sheaths

حِلّاً أَبَيتَ اللَعنَ حِ

لّاً إِنَّ فيما قُلتَ آمَه

Forbear cursing them,

Truly in what you say there is truth

في كُلِّ وادٍ بَينَ يَث

رِبَ فَالقُصورِ إِلى اليَمامَه

In every valley between Yathrib

Are the cries of a shepherd or shouts of drunkard

تَطريبُ عانٍ أَو صِيا

حُ مُحَرَّقٍ أَو صَوتُ هامَه

You denied them Najd, so they descended

Upon Al-Wajl like voracious locusts

وَمَنَعتَهُم نَجداً فَقَد

حَلّوا عَلى وَجَلٍ تِهامَه

The sons of Asad were scattered like

A pigeon driven from her nest

بَرِمَت بَنو أَسَدٍ كَما

بَرِمَت بِبَيضَتِها الحَمامَه

You made two rods for them from tamarisk

And a third from wormwood

جَعَلَت لَها عودَينِ مِن

نَشَمٍ وَآخَرَ مِن ثُمامَه

You either left them or you killed them

In either case, no blame

إِمّا تَرَكتَ تَرَكتَ عَف

واً أَو قَتَلتَ فَلا مَلامَه

You are king over them

They are slaves till resurrection

أَنتَ المَليكُ عَلَيهِمُ

وَهُمُ العَبيدُ إِلى القِيامَه

They submitted to your whip like

Ashyqar submitted, he of the testicles

ذَلّوا لِسَوطِكَ مِثلَ ما

ذَلَّ الأُشَيقِرُ ذو الخِزامَه